The Fabled Ones

The Fabled Ones

There are some places in the world where even Muggles can feel magic, like Stonehenge, Loch Ness, and Ayers Rock. One such place is a valley in Wales. It was once rumored to be the home of a powerful wizarding family. The Gryffindor Family had built a large castle with turrets and a moat with a drawbridge. For centuries the family lived in peace and harmony with even the Muggles that lived in the next valley. It came to pass that a son of that house made friends with a son of the Slytherin family from near the old Roman town of Londinium, a daughter of the Ravenclaw clan from the Pictish lands to the north, and a daughter of the Hufflepuff family from the southern coast. They banded together to create what was to become one of the best wizarding schools in all of the known world. But this is not their story. This is the story (or some of it anyway) of where the son of the Gryffindor family came from.

Since the beginning of time this valley had been a place where good magic seemed to flow from the earth. Even in years where drought and famine hurt the rest of the land, this valley was lush and green. As the years passed the castle of the Gryffindor family fell and was forgotten. And in time the Valley came to be known by the name of the most famous Gryffindor wizard, and in my time it is still known by this name.

On the foundation of the original castles keep, a series of other dwellings were built. Eventually a two-story house with a picket fence was erected. And this home became the sanctuary of many a troubled wizard. Because of the natural magic in the area it was ideal for a good wizard to hide from evil.

It came to pass that an evil wizard came to power, and a young family of wizards who were fighting this evil came to hide in the valley. And they were happy. The young witch and wizard set about raising their small son, who looked like his father (except for his eyes). They stayed alert but were not worried, because between the natural magic and the protection charms on the house they felt they were safe. Their baby boy thrived in the valley, watching the birds and the butterflies, and teaching himself to sit-up and walk on his own.

Tragedy came to the family living in the valley; a vile rodent, who they thought was a friend, betrayed them. Their secret keeper told their location to the evil wizard, and he came to them on All Hallows Eve to destroy their happy family. The father was killed defending his wife and child, and then the mother soon followed. But the son, well he some how survived the evil wizards attack and at the age of only one he brought about the downfall of the Dark Lord. Left orphaned the small boy was put into the care of his Muggle relatives, and the remains of the little house in the magical valley were forgotten for a time.

Years passed. The Dark Lord rose once more, and once more the boy defeated him. And on All Hollows Eve, 20 years after the death of his parents, the boy returned to the little house in the valley. He stood with his friends near where the door to the house had been. The bushy haired woman was obviously with child and uncomfortable. The red haired man was missing an eye and limped. The boy, now a man, helped the bushy haired woman to sit beside an old oak in the yard. He was tender with her, and despite the ugly scars that the boy had gotten over the years; she looked on him with unconditional love and caring in her eyes. He knelt beside the tree and cleared away the weeds from a grave marker at its base. Tears fell from his eyes, his mother's eyes, as he read the stone. On it he read:

They lived and died for their cause,

They lived and died for their love,

They lived and died for their son.

They live on in our memories.

James and Lily Potter

October 31^st 1981

The boy taped his wand on the stone and flowers sprouted at its base, a mass of Gerber Daisies and Tiger Lilies. The boy smiled, and held out his hand to the bushy haired woman. She came to him, wrapping her arms awkwardly around his waist. The red haired man put his hand on his friends shoulder to lend his support. The valleys natural magic made the stone begin to glow, and the smiling faces of the dead mother and father appeared for a moment in the air before the trio. They seem to say, "You have done well, we are more proud of you than you can ever imagine." Their image faded, and the boy and his friends soon left.

The centuries passed and now I hide in Godrics Hallow. The boy had returned and rebuilt the house were he and his family had been so happy, and yet met so much tragedy. He built it for those who would need a place to hide and feel safe, a home built from love. The stone still stands in the yard, Tiger Lilies and Gerber Daisies growing at the base. Other stones have been added, one for the boy, one for his wife the bushy haired woman, and one for the red haired man. There are others, the families of the trio, close friends, and the generations that have come between the boy and myself. The boy... my ancestor, the Boy Who Lived... and now me, I see my ancestors in my mirror in the morning. My bushy brown hair and green eyes marking me a Potter woman. We all have the green eyes. A Potter without green eyes would be as weird as a Weasley without freckles and red hair.

So now I hide, I hide from the dark forces that are rising. You see, on her deathbed the boys' incompetent Divinations Professor made a prediction, a prophecy if you will, that there would be four in the Potter line. Those four would be born to fight like the boy, and destroy the great evil's that would rise. They would be the Fabled Ones, and I would be one of them. But I'll be ready; I'm a Potter. We are always ready to face the dark wizards that rise, and we always come to the Hollow to hide before we face the evil. We regain our strength, we honor our ancestors, we practice our defenses, and then we take out the bad guy. We live and die for or cause, we live and die for our love, we live and die for our families, and we live on in the memories of generations to come.